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david mitchell Jan 2017
Take this,
Read that,
Eat this,
Buy that,

Orders issued,
Traps laid,
Information seeded,
Robots made,

Clean you up,
Hold you back,
Dull you down,
Here's another Prozac.

Sit back down,
Wait until dismissed.
Don't worry, don't think,
Ignorance is bliss.
this is one of the okay ones i've written, too edgy in the wrong ways though
david mitchell Jan 2017
You wake,
I sleep,

You dance,
I dream,

Of all the things,
We couldn't be.

Holding hearts,
Walking apart,

I'll hold you,
Like I need to,

I don't mean to,
I don't need you.
"it" was coolio, whether it was one sided or not
david mitchell Jan 2017
I wonder,
What it's like,
To fly.

I tried too hard,
You were often,
Too shy.

And then,
When we met,
I got by.

Even now,
When we part,
I partly die.

I now regret,
The final time,
We said goodbye.
i don't regret it anymore
david mitchell Jan 2017
Dipping beneath a dismal horizon,
The moon slowly deserts the night,

Giving way to the scarlet rays of daybreak,
Blood-like light soaks the dawn sky,
Forebodingly warning of sunrise.
I think this is one of the worst things i have ever written
david mitchell Jan 2017
Reliance is a petty thing at times.
Reliance is never reliable,
Take that as fact.

Don't take this the wrong way, take away what you may.
People who solely rely on their expectations of others,
They will be more close-minded and let down.
If you may, take that as advice.
david mitchell Jan 2017
I messed up.
I wasted days away, never letting you be.
I never did this, or that, I was never that, or this.
I keep trying to figure it out.
I keep making excuses, I don't know what happened.
I'm trying to figure it out.
Too much distance, never enough for you.
I keep regretting, but nevertheless it was nothing to you.
Never too real, never too serious.
You never truly answered, never not being mysterious.
I write poems to cope, I draw pictures to remember.
From you I lost all my hope, never bitter.
I was never bitter, always despairing.
I was never this, or that. Why, however, is what I wonder.
I'm trying to figure it out.
I hate this poem and it is no longer applicable to me
david mitchell Jan 2017
Once connected,
Facets jaded, and
Faces faded.

Once departed,
Always behind, but
Never unkind.

Once forgotten,
Love ended, and
Wounds never tended.
i think
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